At the Imaginary Garden the assignment is to write about shoes. Pick a song (or two or three) if you like, use the photo if you like, or whatever works for you. And then let your words race, dance, fly!
everyone
was
wearing them
at least it seems
that way
now i look through
nostalgia’s glass
(eye) conic they were
even then
and so fucking cool
three
stripes and a name
that flitted
across the pitch
floor
world
i am Jairzinho
Carlos Alberta
Edson
Arantes do Nascimento
in my mind
free flowing
beautiful game
mother bought me a pair
cheap from the market
two stripes
no taste no idea
i can’t wear
these to school
in that
playground
plague round
have you any idea
how much (she)
glowered
fierce eyes killed
any reply
so on they went
one stripe torn from
the dream
gauntlet to run
napowrimo 27/30
Haven’t we all wished to be cool, sporting the name brand.. I’m afraid my childhood was also plagued with the knock-offs. Ha!
Cool play on words, Paul.
Thanks Kerry.
Such a cool response to the prompt, Paul 🙂
I could never see the attraction to trainers or football boots – they make your feet hot and sweaty! When I was still teaching, I had to check up on uniform and it was a job and a half to get boys to remove their trainers and put on the black plimsolls provided by the school. When I was a teenager, I used to annoy everyone by going barefoot in protest – I hated shoes!
Trainers….trainers!!!!! These were Adidas Samba’s. 😉
😋
😉 How are you feeling? Better I hope.
Struggling on. Thanks for asking, Paul. I’m getting anxious about all things I have to do when I’m not feeling up to it. My problem is, like a lot of people, I can’t say no. I’m also getting nervous about my first poetry reading, which is in the middle of the first wave of exam marking. David has booked tickets for a scary play calked Peacock to take my mind off everything!
Learning to say No is very empowering 😉 Good luck with it all scary play included.
Oh dear! But at least you got a poem out of it all these years later.
indeed…it’s been lying in wait.
Cool, I never was, but it was a wish on my radar. “in that playground
plague round” Love that!
Kids can be so cool on the “plague round” — at least those who are fortunate enough to have the three-striped shoes.
I love that you decided to take the culture definition of “taste.” Very interesting slant on the prompt. I like it when people play within the rules!
https://goo.gl/98xZMM
Thank You. I wanted to combine two prompts and this seemed the way forward.
I am absolutely loving the way you’ve been playing with words this month, Paul. Masterful.
Coming from you, that is one helluva compliment. Thank You ❤
I know of those “three stripe desires’ having raised a girl now I her forties. And they have stayed with her. I remember when flip flops came out, I lived in those until my arches broke.
..
I’m not into fashions at all in general but those ‘Sambas’ were a must have. I did eventually buy myself a pair of blue suede ones. Blue Suede Samba’s’ Hmmmmmm. Another idea for a poem me thinks.
Oh man, two stripes. Love this reflection. I’ve been noticing very recently an Adidas ad… whoa. Still relevant.
Yes two stripes would have been devastating… just as later on something just resembling a swoosh… all those brands kept me wishing too.